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Runner Runner: A fouled hand

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #5e5e5e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><b><i>Runner Runner</i> </b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b>(2013) • <a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/fox/runnerrunner/" style="color: #27a9c5; text-decoration: none;">View trailer</a></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><b> </b><br /><b>2.5 stars. Rating: R, for profanity and occasional blunt sexual candor</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #5e5e5e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #5e5e5e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>By <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885694730612878577" style="color: #27a9c5; text-decoration: none;">Derrick Bang</a></b></span></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>            <br /><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some movies defiantly wear their movie-ness like an ill-advised badge of honor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The premise is so contrived, the characters so ill-defined, their behavior so random, that all we can do is shake our heads in resignation, thinking, What can we expect? It’s only a movie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceHuURKt_Xx-er_NxMYONtPfK_H_TYbKFGP_RzYzeipdQssTzICvUVryGfgflutHy8Tk5ikWK50kXmiwCxmABbFbuCWWxxuXv-lmB_gJcmcykLp4Jq24dD5ja9NaJhIVE5cWPUYtHRl8/s1600/Runner+Runner+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhceHuURKt_Xx-er_NxMYONtPfK_H_TYbKFGP_RzYzeipdQssTzICvUVryGfgflutHy8Tk5ikWK50kXmiwCxmABbFbuCWWxxuXv-lmB_gJcmcykLp4Jq24dD5ja9NaJhIVE5cWPUYtHRl8/s400/Runner+Runner+blog.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">It's every teenage boy's dream come true: Richie (Justin Timberlake, left) couldn't be<br />happier when Internet gambling tycoon Ivan Block (Ben Affleck) accepts him as a<br />protégé. Of course, Richie fails to heed the slightest trace of common sense, branding<br />himself as the biggest sucker of all time: an attitude without which we wouldn't have<br />this film. Which might have been a good thing.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Runner, Runner</i> fits that bill.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The script, credited to Brian Koppelman and David Levien, is absolutely ludicrous. It opens with a behavioral howler and just gets worse, its central character — our <i>de facto</i> hero — ignoring common sense to a degree that makes it impossible to sympathize with him. Frankly, he fully deserves the consequences that he eventually struggles so hard to escape.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let him hang, and move on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But no, that would defy the revenge scenario that Koppelman and Levien so clumsily stitch together, from one bewildering moment to the next. Director Brad Furman, perhaps recognizing the weak hand he has been dealt, does his best to dazzle us with Costa Rican scenery and the wretched excess of an opulent casino gaming community. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Indeed, cinematographer Mauro Fiore lingers so long on such a setting, when our young hero initially enters this hedonistic realm, that I began to wonder if Furman had forgotten what to do next.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Runner, Runner</i>, set in the world of Internet gambling, is an echo for Koppelman and Levien. They made their bones back in 1998 with <i>Rounders</i>, a slick suspense thriller also involving high-stakes poker and a protagonist — in that case, Matt Damon — who gets in over his head. Clearly obsessed with gamblers and intricate stings, Koppelman and Levien subsequently created the short-lived TV series <i>Tilt</i> and brought the Danny Ocean series to a satisfying conclusion with <i>Ocean’s Thirteen</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Things since then haven’t been nearly as satisfying, with two failures — <i>The Girlfriend Experience</i> and <i>Solitary Man</i>, both in 2009 — that were outside their comfort zone. No doubt Koppelman and Levien viewed <i>Runner, Runner</i> as a means of returning to what they know best.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well guys, they say you can’t go home again ... and that’s certainly the case here.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Richie Furst (Justin Timberlake), a Wall Street up-and-comer who lost everything when the market crashed, has started over as a Princeton grad student. Lacking a respectable means to fund his education, he has been earning a commission as a shill for Midnight Black, an enormously successful Internet gambling site.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alas, Princeton’s dean (a small but well-played role by Bob Gunton) thinks little of Richie’s clandestine operation, and orders it shut down. With no other means of earning tuition money, Richie goes “all in” one night by yielding to the very temptation that he has professed, during his smart-alecky narration, to be smart enough to avoid: playing online poker at Midnight Black. Naturally, he loses everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But suspiciously.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><a name='more'></a><br />  <div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Richie knows poker odds, and during his all-nighter determines the “tells” of his online opponents, at least one of whom made impossible bets. A subsequent mathematical model of the night’s activities point to certain chicanery. (Gee ... ya <i>think?</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We momentarily pause, to contemplate the bone-deep stupidity of <i>anybody</i>in the real world who would believe, for a moment, that these online gambling empires <i>don’t</i> cheat. How the hell would you ever know?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I digress.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most people would chalk up this experience as a valuable lesson learned, but not our Richie. He immediately hops a plane to Costa Rica — we can’t help wondering how he funds this trip — in order to confront Midnight Black’s owner/tycoon, Ivan Block (Ben Affleck, appropriately smooth and smarmy). Mind you, Richie never has been to this country, knows not a lick of Spanish, and has no six-degrees-of-separation connections to Block.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And yet, within a single day, he crosses paths with Midnight Black’s ultra-sultry COO, Rebecca Shafran (Gemma Arterton), and then wangles a face-to-face with Block himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A-<i>ma</i>-zing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like I said: It’s a movie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Block, impressed by Richie’s savvy — and by the fact that our hero kept his accusation on the low-down, rather than blabbing the details all over the Internet — immediately offers the younger man a job. (You’re just the sort of guy I need at my side, blah, blah, blah.) Richie, unable to believe his good luck (!), immediately accepts ... naively taking Block at face value, and convinced that he’s made a new best bud.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As introduced, Richie is too smart to be this stupid.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Granted, the world is full of stupid smart people, particularly when gobs of cash are involved. But fiction has the added responsibility of <i>persuading</i>us that such behavior is reasonable, given a set of circumstances, a task at which this film fails completely. Koppelman and Levien’s script isn’t sufficiently thought out — it’s an overblown pot-boiler, at best — and Timberlake’s limited acting chops aren’t able to fill in the blanks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, we go with the flow: Richie becomes Block’s apprentice because, well, the script <i>says</i> he does. And Richie stays at his new mentor’s side, despite increasing evidence that the sailing, well, isn’t quite as smooth as Block keeps insisting.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For openers, Richie soon gets braced by FBI Special Agent Shavers (Anthony Mackie, unpleasantly shrill), who wants Block for racketeering, extortion, bribery and probably a few other niggling charges. Trouble is, Costa Rica is beyond Shavers’ jurisdiction — hence no chance of extradition — and Block has the moolah to buy all the local cops and judges he might require.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Naturally, Rebecca is too much of a stunner for Richie to ignore, despite the fact that her relationship with Block seems more than purely professional. (All the willing female flesh on hand, and of course Richie wants the babe that common sense insists he shouldn’t pursue.) And, just as Richie never questions Block’s slick patter, he similarly doesn’t think twice about Rebecca’s come-hither advances. Like, after all this time with Block, she’d suddenly decide to fall in love with somebody else, and this eager-beaver Princeton grad student would be The Guy?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, puh-<i>leaze</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Given the high-rolling self-indulgence on display, this film is surprisingly chaste: not a bared breast in sight, let alone any of the erotic sexual antics one would expect. But I digress again.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Things get increasingly sloppy, with folks apparently changing their allegiances as a given scene demands. One sidebar character gets killed off-camera, except that he doesn’t; we’re later told that he was merely badly beaten, but is okay ... not that we ever see him again. Mind you, the narrative, as presented, demands that said individual <i>should</i> have been killed ... but that’s just the way Koppelman and Levien roll.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John Heard is memorable as Richie’s deadbeat father, a gambling addict who wants only that his son not follow in his footsteps. Heard is understated, his Harry Furst a sad remnant of a man, and this low-key performance is a welcome relief from the feverish pitch at which everybody else operates.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Furman’s directorial approach feels less like a film, and more like the overstated “acting” we generally get from the pixel avatars in first-person-shooter computer games. The overall tone is that heightened, that exaggerated, that manipulative.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sidebar Costa Rican characters, whether in the local underworld or the local constabulary, are so poorly developed that it’s impossible to tell them apart. Some get assaulted; some do the assaulting. The details are irritatingly vague.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the time we reach the mildly clever climax, we’re long past caring. And, even as the film concludes, fresh questions remain unanswered ... such as, What the heck happens to Richie’s father?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Furman, relatively new on the Hollywood scene, has two previous films to his credit. 2007’s <i>The Take</i> was stillborn, but he did a reasonably slick — if somewhat overwrought — job with 2011’s adaptation of Michael Connelly’s <i><a href="http://derrickbang.blogspot.com/2011/03/lincoln-lawyer-sloppy-defense.html">The Lincoln Lawyer</a></i>. The result was engaging enough to suggest that, allied with competent writers, Furman could rise above hack-dom and carve out at least a minor career in B-flicks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This limp exercise, however, won’t do him any favors.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just in passing, “runner-runner” is a poker term that refers to a Texas Hold ’em hand made by hitting two consecutive cards on the turn (fourth) and river (fifth) cards. The odds of such success are, as you might imagine, extremely slim: an apt description of this maladroit flick’s chances at the box office.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ya gotta know when to fold ’em.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>

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Watch Justin Timberlake Host a Star-Studded SNL

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><img alt="dick-in-box guys and wild-and-crazy guys" src="http://www.slate.com/content/dam/slate/blogs/browbeat/2013/SNL_Justin_Timberlake_still.png.CROP.article568-large.png" /><br /><br /><div class="text parbase section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.25em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Justin Timberlake made his much-anticipated return as both host and musical guest for last night’s <em style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Saturday Night Live</em>, and the crew seemed determined not to disappoint. The episode included not just JT signatures like the Dick-in-a-Box guys, but older standbys like the Three Amigos and the Two Wild & Crazy Guys.<br /><br />Steve Martin, Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, and Martin Short all returned for the latter two appearances, joining other <em style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">SNL </em>regulars like Tom Hanks, Alec Baldwin, Paul Simon, and—for something relatively fresh—Stefon.</div></div><div class="renderhtml5 section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="288" scrolling="no" src="http://www.hulu.com/embed.html?eid=khtn_ku6nrsclcrhcadejq" style="border-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="512"></iframe></div><div class="text parbase section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.25em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Update, March 10, 2013:</em> <em style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">If you missed the reference, here's the original Five Timers Club skit:</em></div></div><div class="renderhtml5 section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="320" src="http://www.nbc.com/assets/video/widget/widget.html?vid=n9993" style="border-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="568"></iframe></div><div class="text parbase section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.25em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Timberlake also performed lead singles “<a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/browbeat/2013/02/11/justin_timberlake_new_song_mirrors_is_this_the_most_narcissistic_love_song.html" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgb(255, 255, 153); color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Mirrors</a>” and “<a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/browbeat/2013/01/14/justin_timberlake_suit_and_tie_hear_his_new_song_here_audio.html" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgb(255, 255, 153); color: #006699; text-decoration: none;">Suit & Tie</a>,” using roughly the same setup he had at the Grammys (including a Jay-Z verse on “Suit & Tie”). You can watch both performances below.</div></div><div class="renderhtml5 section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="288" scrolling="no" src="http://www.hulu.com/embed.html?eid=k8olzbshzcan1gzq0utgja" style="border-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="512"></iframe></div><div class="renderhtml5 section" style="border: 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="288" scrolling="no" src="http://www.hulu.com/embed.html?eid=501v5d-0xvgjrljl58mwhg" style="border-width: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="512"></iframe></div></div>

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